Wishes

Be careful with what you wish. .. for it may come true.

Halloween

I ve been behaving weird these days. On friday, I went to drink some beers with my sister and her friends. I was kind of bored with them. May be I wanted to go dancing but It didn't work as expected and we ended up drinking. On saturday I was looking for some friends to share with them some time. I found none, so I decided to go to the cinema alone. I drove like a crazy, to try to make some katharsis to my soul. It somehow worked fine. I saw a Tim Burton movie about a wedding with a dead wife . . . a little dull, but nice enough to keep you entertained for a while. After that, I decided to go to the 93th street park to try to dance or something. I discovered that some of the places have really nice music. It was too late to get into any of them, but I think I will go back there next week and it will be a different story. I decided then to drink a beer (Buckler - non-alcoholic - I was driving) and smoke a cuban pure cigar. It was relaxing. Under the clouds of that night, relaxing on a bench of the park drinking a beer and smoking a cigar. .. cool, it is not something I use to do. At the end of the night, I went to eat a hamburguer with cheese and french fries. I came back home with a little smile in my face. This week was weird. I did an approach to Clara to see if we could be friends. I received in change humiliating remarks and offensive expressions. I guess there is too much hatred still there, that much that we wont
be able to be friends anymore. Well, I felt really bad, but no way. I noticed then the presence of a co-worker. She is really sensual, is smart, and pretty. Her only problem is that she is married . . . and I respect that . . . no way my lady!.

Soft movement

A soft movement of your legs in a sweet gait that
is more like a dance to our eyes. The soft move
of your hand over your face and your pose, full of
enchantement and mistery spreading his magic all
over those places were we, simple mortal people, dwell.
That (among other things) is what makes you full of sensuality.
That is what makes you so desirable.
That is why we would gladly be close to you to kiss those
red lips like strawberries, and at the same time touch
all the tissues of your arms and neck and waist and legs and
everything. Wild passion you inspire, oh lady. Very wild
passion.

A warrior's fate

Only shadows now remain of that former inspiration that
the warrior once upon a time used to write his memories.
The wound was deep and the pain was long for the stick they
used to penetrate him on his coast had woman's hands and
big black eyes: eyes of coal. In this first battle he
discovered he was not as bold as he had thought. He learned, too, that
paths are treachorous and friends are scarce, and days are short
and life is but a gift that can be taken away in the most
surprising ways. Time went by and other battles were around.
But what the path would that be for this warrior to take? for
him this battle was not over. However, this battle was very weird . . .
It was a battle in which you're not meant to win, for victory
is only given to those who step aside. That was his dilemma :
he was supposed to go ahead in battle and give his life if necessary in the fight;
however, he knew the only way to win this battle was to leave it go
ahead without him. He was confused, and so often he came to struggle into
battle just to discover one more time that it was wrong.
Stoicism, as Aurelius had thought him, appeared to be the only
choice. But soon he was thinking: "Do we have to be that
stoic?". The answer for his logic somehow perturbated by anxiety
was, of course: "no". So he insisted fighting a dull fight.
Late he discovered it was wrong, and when repented it was too
late to change things that were already done. But it was yet
time to follow other battles, and so he did. He started dreamming again
and started thinking again of all those things he had forgoten.
This poisoned stick had magic powers and made him numb. His mind was
starting to shriek, braking the silence and waking him up
of his awake sleep. He learned from his enemies and learned
from his former fake friends, and learned from the freaking
eyes of coal that had wounded him. "Now it is time", he thought,
"for the warrior to go to war and face his fate. But this battle
makes no sense and on I'll go with other battles. I am not coward,
just inexperienced, but now less than before, I am sure!!". Not many
know about him these days. Not many know his fate for it still to define.
But I asure you, I know him. And he's fighting with renewed power other fights.
He's fighting again with his wits and soul ahead, he's conquering
his fate and soon you'll know about it. Let us all fight our own fights.
Let us all fight with fire eyes, for fire is strenghtened by coal.
Let us brake the evil magic and defeat all evil magic and designs, for
the fate is ours to build and there's so many deads below us to help
us in our fight.

oops

oooops I did it again. But It made me feel better. Hope it won't have any bad consequences.

Disordered weekend thoughts

On friday I went with co-worker and some of his friends to drink some beers. I was having a good time, but at the end of it I got bored and started remembering things. A friend of Clara absconded with her boyfriend as soon as I got to the restaurant they were eating in. I don't know why, but I suppose it had to do with my arrival. May be it was not so, but it seems likely. On saturday, my sister, her friend and I went to watch a movie. Cool movie, though. . . it was "Against the Wall". It is a Turkish-German production, I think. It was about the adventures and fate of a very weird couple. It must have won thousands of prizes. It was a good movie to watch. Today I did some exercise, then called my friend Karen, I like her. She is cool. She forgot to call me back, she uses to forget that kind of things, I am begining to understand her. I talked to Jahir too. He was going to go to the cinema today, I wonder how is he doing right now. After a brief nap I got up and started thinking about her again, so I decided to get out for a while and soon I resulted going to every single place in which I was with her. Only a few were missing. It was good, It helped me think and relax. I hope she is having a good time. I apologize if I hurt her, I think I just needed some escape way, and it worked somehow. Well, from now on, I need to change some things, and I will. I am not that selfish now, I am not that kind of hermit I was 3 yr ago, now I need to be with people, however, I need to become a little selfish again and recover the track of my path. Well, I have been worried about Wilma hurricane. Hope it won't be that bad and not much people will die. I hope we all can recover and go ahead with our lifes, hope not much people to get hurt or lose their belongings. God help us all and help all those who are suffering right now to be better.

La ceiba de Villanueva

It was a cool place with a live Vallenato group. Good to dance and not that expensive if you only
want to drink some beers. It was nice to go there in that a very good company. It would be good if they played some Regaeton or Merengue, however, that's what makes this place so special: a place to go listen to Vallenato. You find it going west from the south west corner of Usaquén in Bogotá. I seriously recommend it if you are a Vallenato lover.

Nunca comprendí tu amor (www.elvallenato.com) Letra: Chiche maestre Voz: Jorge Oñate

Nunca comprendí tu amor cuando llegó y se fue depronto
como nube pasajera así llegaste tú y te fuiste
te agradezco los momentos que a tu lado me ofreciste
sólo quisiste divertirte conmigo un rato
luego todas mis iluciones las dejaste a un lado
porque alguien cercano a mí te calentó el oido.

Te sentías muy orgullosa de tener mil pretendientes
los mostrabas cada rato como si fueras la reina
en tu lista figuraba mi nombre en letricas negras
yo que me estaba enamorando de ti locamente
tanto, tanto tiempo tenía de no ser tan alegre
ciego yo me encontraba que casi al abismo caigo.

Gracias por jugar conmigo
por hacerme tanto daño
yo sabía que el resultado
iba a ser el mismo.
No volveré a enamorarme
se fue el amor de mi pecho
buscaré un lugar bien lejos
donde refugiarme.
Ya se alejaron mi esperanzas
sin tiquete de regreso
muchas gracias por brindarme nada
ahí nos veremos de nuevo (bis)

Fue el encanto de tus ojos el que emenloqueció enseguida
fue tu risa mal finjida la que me alumbró el camino
y así comenzó el engaño que no sé dónde he caido
nulo, así quedó el destino de un hombre sincero y noble
cuando comenzaba a escaparse de un mundo de mil errores
tú eras la que tenía elegida acabaste conmigo.

Pueda ser que mi camino se enderese y sea el de antes
el mundo da tantas vueltas que algún día el hombro te toco
quizás tenga poderes y mi suerte cambie un podo
pero no guardaré rencor si mi alma no es de piedra
sólo que Dios decida lo que el destino te espera
o que seas muy feliz con él aunque tú no lo quieras.

Gracias por jugar conmigo
por hacerme tanto daño
yo sabía que el resultado
iba a ser el mismo.
No volveré a enamorarme
se fue el amor de mi pecho
buscaré un lugar bien lejos
donde refugiarme.
Ya se alejaron mi esperanzas
sin tiquete de regreso
muchas gracias por brindarme nada
ahí nos veremos de nuevo (bis)

To her again (Por tu primer beso, voz: Jorge Celedon letra: Jorge Egurrola http://www.elvallenato.com)

Yo no puedo creer a que ahora te vayas
Sin dejar que yo te de el último abrazo
Dime porque me bajas la mirada
Quieres borrar aquellas huellas del pasado
Y aquel que ahora sufre
Si tiene paciencia algún día en la vida
Quizá encontrará
La luz de los sueños
De aquella estrellita que alumbra el camino
Y te amo de verdad.
Por eso te pienso
Por eso estarás
Aquí en mi esperanza
Pero a veces pienso que me olvidarás
Coro: Fue por tu primer beso
Que amé en la vida
Es por tu adiós mi reina
Que Iré a llorar (Bis)
Recordaré por siempre
Aquel primer amor
Y el beso que me dio (Bis)

Fue por tu primer beso...
Es por tu adios mi reina
Que hoy lloro hoy
Intentaré que tu
Por fin regreses
Y llegaré hasta donde tu me lo permitas
Hoy debes escuchar estas palabras
Sobre todo al saber que eres mi vida
Extraño destino
Que hoy trae contigo
El final que hoy andaba
Con un gran amor
Devuelta al mundo
Y lo que ahora guardas feliz en tu alma
Mañana es dolor
Por eso te busco
Ven vamos a hablar
Acabemos ya este profundo silencio
Dime donde vas..

CORO:
Fue por tu primer beso
Que amé en la vida
Es por tu adios mi reina
Que iré a llorar (Bis)

Caminaré en la vida
Con esta soledad
Te llevaré en el alma
Prendida hasta el final(Bis)

Fue por tu primer beso...

Cheap candle

Oh, poor candle, you light candle. How bad it was when you came to know that she only wanted to
burn you in her stages. You poor and miserable candle that after burnt can have no use for anybody.
Candle, you, black candle that lonely extiguishes its short life with fake fires that torment your
memories time after time. Candle that devoted yourself to her and now have no value and no meaning.
Host candle and witness candle, flesh candle and bone and wishes:burnt candle now extinguished with tears. Passion candle of fake passion, love candle of fake love.
Cheap candle that everybody can buy and throw to trash. What meaning could your existence have on this world when your light has now no value anymore? May your wax last for long and your string be long enough to glow again with a pure light. But you are not now the same candle: now you are not new but used and nasty candle with wax dropplets all around and with a string that now black and dirty may not be wanted anymore. May your light some day disolve these dropplets and may you glow some time with a new light, without her. Will it be possible? who knows, only time will tell.

May Gloria be happy, (kind of crappy) :P

Gloria was sitting far away, far away between the trees. Far away among the birds.
Far away beneath the sky, far away lonely, lonely but less lonely than before.
Some of her wishes have come true, some of her dreams made real soon. Some come then
and some go now, some dreams will, will ever be. Gloria wears a big smile. Gloria
wants it now to last. Gloria tries to forget this, Gloria tries to forget that, may
she allways wear that smile.
But there's Tanya allways close. There is Tanya looking about.Tanya allways close
at hand without the truth that Gloria needs. Tanya allways speaking harsh. Tanya Tanya all around Tanya with her evil hands. Tanya and her friends. Tanya and her claws, Tanya rounding all
the string about, making knots and traps and holes.
May Gloria finally see what Tanya did to her life. May Gloria someday see what the life
is all about. May she even then as now, wear that nice smile of hers may she smile and may
she laugh, may she allways be like that.

Shall Truth prevail

Shall truth prevail over lies. Hope not to be wrong and lie unmeaningly. Shall good prevail over evil. Hope not to be that bad and so prevail. Shall my soul heal and this images desapear into silence. For silence heals this kind of wounds. Shall them have a good time ever on. Shall I be able to join the pieces of my puzzle and conquer my own life and fate with my people: my living people and my dead people around, helping me. Shall the Lord guard my paces and make them safe, far away from
traps and mistakes, and shall he give me some wisdom, for I want to be a good person. Shall I follow a path of rightousness, for his name's sake.

Obsesión (Las estrellas vallenatas, http://www.elvallenato.com)

Qué dice tu mirada
qué cosa extraña tus ojos tienen
cuando miro tu foto
una rara obsesión me detiene

Dios mio, tú que eres el creador
de todas las cosas bellas
que hay en el mundo
por qué no escuchas hoy mis peticiones

hiciste medicos pa' todos los males
pero por qué no creaste uno
que pueda curar un mal de amores

yo quisiera que la tierra girara al revés
para hacerme pequeño y volver a nacer

y no tener que volver a extrañarte
ni en tu fotografía mirarme
ni llevarte fundida en mi pecho
como si fueras parte de mí

Barranquilla, ciudad de cantores
de vallenatos y de acordeones
ella adorna tus calles, decíle
que le deseo que sea feliz

que la ultima canción que compongo
que no creo volver a enamorarme
pero dimé cómo^hiciste, negra
pa' olvidarte de mí

II

La gente me critica
porque ahora ya no soy parrandero
con tu partida, negra
siento más frio, muero en silencio

cuída bien mis retoños
porque tú sabes que yo los quiero
Dios mío dame fuerzas
pa' continuar con este canto

recuerdo un mes de enero tu cumpleaños
te juro que trato y no he podido
busca el remedio para olvidarlo

yo quisiera que la tierra girara al revés...

que la ultima canción que compongo
que no creo volver a enamorarme
pero dimé cómo^hiciste, negra
pa' olvidarte de mí